Wandering from one victory to the next, Katy Perry is in high spirits. Having been beaten badly repeatedly in the past, she had her smile wiped off her face for a period of time, but those days seem over; she recently left several opponents lying on a wrestling mat moaning in pain, and her most recent success has been walking away from Azealia Banks sprawled out star shaped and barely conscious.
An unusual fight seems to be coming up for her now; Katey Sagal, a lady not less than thirty years older than Katy Perry, has provoked her until Perry accepted her challenge to fight her.
Whatever initiated Sagal's hostile feelings towards Perry, she spoke publicly about her in decidedly unflattering terms: '...Who? - Oh, fuck, Perry, haha...yeah, queen of pop my ass, haha, my cat sings better than that retarded trash icon, hahahahaha...' - Katy Perry was enraged after hearing this and other rants directed at her by Sagal. When the two got to talking to each other Perry demanded of Sagal, 'You take back every single word you said about me, and you take it back publicly, with an apology to me, you ugly old hag, OR ELSE!!' Sagal countered, 'Oh, or else what? Hugh? What are you going to do about it if I don't?'
PERRY: 'You fucking cow, if you weren't an old woman I'd challenge you to fight me to see what I'll do about you, you dried up hideous old hag!'
SAGAL: 'Aaah, yeah, you keep bringing my age into this, but I guess you're just too scared to really challenge me, because you know you'd be getting your ass whipped by a lady thirty years older, stronger and a lot classier than you, pathetic cheap screeching brat!'
PERRY: 'If I were to fight you I'd rip your ass apart and spit into your brain through your body, you demented piece of shit! I'd so tear you into shreds you wouldn't even have time to scream!'
SAGAL: 'Oh, my god, would you really? Listen, little girl, I'm gonna give you a chance to prove everything you say! Yeah, come and fight me! I'm fucking challenging you now!'
PERRY: 'You're like - what??? OMG, fuck! That's crazy, you're 59! I mean, come on, you actually want to fight me?? Fucking bitch, you gotta death wish or something?'
SAGAL: 'I've got a wish to claw your ugly face off your head with my nails, doin' it slowly and enjoying it, bitch.'
PERRY: 'Fuck yourself, for the last time in your pathetic little life, cxnt, because I accept your offer to come and kick your stinking guts out of your ugly mouth! You hear me? Tell me when and where you want to die, fucking crazy bitch!'
The day has come when the two ladies meet. Sagal arrives and, taking off her coat, reveals her body being dressed in a black wet look swimsuit. Perry wears her skintight mint green latex mini dress. After some bitching and trash talking during which they take rivalrous glances at each others boobs, Perry puts her hands on her hips and challengingly juts out her rack towards Sagal. Sagal grins derisively, walks up close to the one inch shorter woman and makes her bust touch Perry's, putting a slight pressure into the body contact. 'Want to impress me with THAT? Look: my classy girls dwarf your ugly little udders!' 'In your dreams,' Perry counters, but takes a look down at the two pairs pressed together...
KATY PERRY: 29 years, 5'8", 59kg, 32-24-35, cup 32D;
KATEY SAGAL: 59 years, 5'9", 57kg, 34-24-34, cup 34E
